#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
“Be quiet. Don’t wake Dancy. She’s my daughter. She’s 6 years I had a 6-pack of beer. Tammie put it in the refrigerator and came out with two bottles. “My daughter mustn’t see anything....
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray